blas·phe·my (blasphǝmē) the act or offense of speaking sacrilegiously about … sacred things

So it is with pizza for me and some of my good friends. A sacred thing! Alas, definitions differ … and so it is with apologies to S.C. and others that I share pizza aka The Four Tastes. A New York-style crust, courtesy of Kenji Lopez-Alt. A light shredded mozzarella base. Over-priced dried cherries from Whole Foods. Dry, salt cured black olives. Red and golden pickled peppadews. Carrots. Capers. Red onion. Radicchio. And a light dusting of Asiago cheese.

No, it’s not pizza like anyone who hails from New York knows pizza. But it’s really, really good! Vegetarian, too, and it can be vegan without the cheeses.

P.S. I thought about umami, but I’ve got a friend or two who still think this whole email thing might be a fad. While I disagree with them on that particular form of communication, call me Pluto when it comes to umami as a separate, fifth taste, next to sweet, sour, salty, and bitter.